January 2010
How John Mayer speaks to me.
I called because I just need to feel you on the line. Don’t hang up this time. And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you’d fought me ‘til your dying day. Don’t let me get away. I can’t wait to figure out what’s wrong with me, so I can say this is the way that I used to be. There’s no substitute for time or for the sadness.
These lyrics...
Brandy Norwood
The description of the first time I heard Brokenhearted.
The sounds of balls and plastic hockey sticks scraping across the floor had aggravated my senses for the better part of the afternoon. I was about seven, sitting on the gym bleachers with my friends when the stereo on the other end of the room began to play. I stopped everything I was doing at the time and found myself absolutely captivated...